


Opportunity Cost

by Dead_Crow



Category: Persona 5
Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, M/M, Misgendering, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rape Aftermath, Rape Recovery, Sexual Coercion, Trans Male Character, minor Transphobia
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-09-22
Updated: 2020-11-06
Packaged: 2021-03-07 18:00:21
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,960
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26601808
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dead_Crow/pseuds/Dead_Crow
Summary: All Ren knew when he arrived in Tokyo was that a man named Sojiro Sakura had agreed to give him a place to stay. He wasn't aware of the deal that his parents had made in his name.
Relationships: Amamiya Ren/Sakura Sojiro, Persona 5 Protagonist/Sakura Sojiro
Comments: 3
Kudos: 42





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> The true cost of something is what you must give up to obtain it.
> 
> **Mind the tags before you begin.**

Tokyo was huge, crowded, and just generally unpleasant to travel through. By the time Ren got to Yongen-Jaya, he’d been shoved more times than he could count, had been forced to talk to two different policemen to get directions, and almost dropped his bag four separate times. He hadn’t _wanted_ to talk to the police, but it was either that or give in to his fear and stay lost in an unfamiliar city. Fortunately, they’d been kind enough to point him in the right direction, but Ren didn’t want to let his guard down. Not after everything.

Sojiro Sakura wasn’t home by the time Ren finally found his house, and so again he was forced to ask for directions to ‘Leblanc’, Sojiro’s cafe. And by the time he actually made it there, down a tiny side-street in the cramped backstreets of Yongen, the sign beside the door indicated that the cafe was about to close.

He’d gotten a bit lucky, at least. He was just in time.

The only person in the cafe was the man behind the counter, who Ren assumed was Sojiro. He was reading a newspaper, but he folded it up when Ren walked in and turned to face him. Ren resisted the urge to step back as the man looked him up and down, and then Sojiro said, “You’re Amamiya?”

“Yes, sir,” Ren said quietly. “I’m sorry I’m late… The directions I was given were a little confusing.”

“Eh. You got here before close. If you hadn’t, you’d be sleeping outside tonight,” Sojiro said offhandedly, and Ren tried not to let his confusion show on his face. If he’d gotten here later, Sojiro would have been home. Things would have been fine.

Right?

Sojiro walked over and flipped the sign on the cafe door to closed, locked the door, then beckoned to Ren. “Come on, then. I’ll show you where you’re staying.” He headed for the back of the store, and Ren followed, growing more confused by the second. He was going to stay...in the cafe? Not at Sojiro’s house?

Past the bathroom in the back there was a staircase leading up to the second floor. It opened onto a large attic space, and Sojiro gestured to a large cardboard box sitting off to the side. “I’m guessing that’s the rest of your stuff. It arrived this morning. Anyway, this will be your room. You’ll have to clean up some, but there’s plenty of space.”

Ren looked around at the attic awkwardly, trying to keep his dismay from showing on his face. Everything was filthy, there was junk piled everywhere, and he was pretty sure that the “bed” was a dorm-room mattress sitting on a base of plastic storage crates.

He didn’t know why he’d expected anything better. His parents had made it very clear that this was the only place that would take him. Of course he would be stuck with little better than being shoved into an attic to be forgotten. He set his bag on the sofa, which he realized was actually a booth seat, like the ones downstairs, and shoved his hands into his pockets. It was okay. He could make do.

And then Sojiro turned to look at him and said, “Now, about payment.”

Ren hesitated. “...payment?” he asked. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“Don’t play dumb, kid. Your parents explained everything,” Sojiro said, rolling his eyes. “Get on with it and take your clothes off.”

“Wh-What?” Ren could _feel_ himself going pale. “My parents…? What…?”

“I’m not doing this out of charity,” Sojiro huffed. “Do you want somewhere to live or not?”

“I…” Ren swallowed hard, trying not to let Sojiro see that he was shaking. Sojiro wanted… He wanted to… Had his parents _actually_ told Sojiro that he’d sleep with him in exchange for a room? Why would they…? “This is a mistake; I don’t understand…”

Sojiro just looked at him flatly. “Look. I don’t have all night. Your parents already got rid of you for being a pain in the ass, and if you don’t want to fulfill your part of this agreement, you can take your things and go find a hotel.”

Fighting down panic, Ren’s mind jumped to his meager savings. It would take ages to find somewhere to live in Tokyo as a student, and paying rent? He couldn’t afford that. A part-time job wasn’t going to cover an apartment. And he could afford maybe a week at a hotel. A little longer if it was the cheapest place he could find and he didn’t eat much.

Did he really have a choice?

Slowly, trying not to let Sojiro see how much his fingers were shaking, he reached up and began to unbutton his blazer. It was only a few buttons, but he still fumbled them in his anxiety, biting his lip. He had to...be good. He had to get through this, for the sake of having a roof over his head. Hopefully Sojiro would be considerate. Ren could only hope that the man didn’t notice that he had no experience; he was obviously expecting the sort of person willing to trade sex for a place to sleep. And was probably expecting someone that looked very different from Ren. But Ren didn’t want to risk him throwing him out anyway if he didn’t perform to his satisfaction, so he had to at least try.

“Jeeze, kid, you’re determined to stall, huh?” Sojiro sighed, and he swatted Ren’s hands aside, not unkindly, to take over the buttons himself. Ren said nothing, staying quiet as Sojiro peeled off his blazer and pulled his turtleneck over his head. He wasn’t harsh, making sure that Ren’s glasses didn’t get caught in the fabric, but Ren swallowed hard anyway as the clothes were removed. By some miracle, though, Sojiro didn’t react to the binder, just moved to take that off as well, and as soon as Ren’s chest was bare, he nudged him back towards the mattress and said firmly, “Lie down.”

Ren obeyed, easing himself onto the slightly lumpy mattress. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d feared when he’d looked at the crate setup. All the discomfort came from watching Sojiro settle beside his legs, a faint smile on his face.

“Thought it was weird when your parents told me their daughter preferred the boys’ uniform, but it doesn’t make a difference to me. Although, if you’re gonna be paying your rent like this, I might have to invest in an actual bed,” he huffed, and Ren did his best to ignore the nausea the comments inspired. Of course his parents had told Sojiro that it was their _daughter_ he’d be taking care of. Ren wanted to scream. Fortunately, it was easy to focus on Sojiro undoing his pants and stripping the rest of his clothes from his lower half. He fought the urge to cover himself with his hands as Sojiro looked him over, but he couldn’t help the way his thighs pressed together, hiding as best he could.

Sojiro raised an eyebrow. “Relax. Don’t worry, I’m not going to just slam into you.”

“Okay…” Ren murmured, figuring he needed to say something.

“I know what I’m doing, you know. Don’t look so nervous.” Sojiro brushed his fingers along Ren’s thigh, and Ren struggled to keep himself still. Every fight or flight instinct he had screamed for him to shove Sojiro off and run for it. But he just had to endure this for a little longer. In any other situation, it probably would have felt good, the warm hands parting his legs, careful fingers slipping between the folds. But right now, it was just uncomfortable. And the discomfort only grew when Sojiro pulled away and took out a tiny bottle of lube. “This will probably be easier if you turn over on your knees.”

Ren swallowed down his instinctive urge to snap that this would be easier if Sojiro stopped and explained what the fuck his parents had said about all of this. Instead, he took the comment as an out, turning over so he could hide his face in the pillow and keep Sojiro from seeing his reactions.

He shuddered at the hand that landed on his ass and kneaded firmly. Every second that passed, every tiny reaction, he hoped that it would finally be the thing that made Sojiro reconsider and stop what he was doing. But as a cool, slick fingertip circled his clit before pressing against him, he knew it was pointless. His first time was going to be on a lumpy mattress with someone he didn’t know, in exchange for not being tossed out on the street.

This was a nightmare.

“You’re so tense for someone with your reputation,” Sojiro observed, and Ren screamed internally. _What_ reputation? What had he done to deserve this? But he just shoved his face harder into the pillow, muffling a distressed sound as Sojiro teased at his entrance before the tip of his finger slipped inside.

He felt like he was far away from himself, absently observing his own reactions as Sojiro worked him open. Deep breaths, stay quiet, do his best to relax… He ticked off the steps one-by-one as two fingers eased inside him. Fortunately, Sojiro wasn’t cruel. He was surprisingly patient for a man fucking a teenager in exchange for lodgings. He took his time, stretching Ren out gradually, so the physical discomfort was bearable.

Ren still wanted to beg him to stop. He didn’t want this. But he muffled his protests into the pillow and tried not to cry, scared that if he asked for this to end, Sojiro would get angry at not getting his ‘payment’.

The fingers slipped out of him with a faintly wet sound, and Ren felt tears spilling down his cheeks against his will, absorbed by the pillow. He could hear Sojiro rustling around, undoing his pants and rolling on a condom, and he chomped down on as much of the pillow as he could get into his mouth as the blunt tip of Sojiro’s cock pressed against him.

It hurt when Sojiro pushed into him, and he panted raggedly against the mouthful of fabric he’d bitten down on. He just had to endure a little more, and this would be over.

Sojiro was still touching him, though, running his hands up his sides, cupping his breasts and brushing over his nipples, and he shivered.

“Good?” Sojiro asked, and Ren didn’t answer, whining through gritted teeth and cotton. Sojiro wasn’t deterred, though, and as he started thrusting, one of his hands slid under Ren’s hip to find his clit and rub in small circles. Even having his mouth full wasn’t enough to stop the frantic moan that spilled from him, and Sojiro chuckled, shifting his angle until his next thrust brushed a spot that made Ren wail outright. “There you go…”

Ren clawed at the sheets, moaning. It shouldn’t feel good; he didn’t want any of this. But the pleasure coiling in his guts was overwhelming his nausea at the situation, and he could feel himself inching closer to climax despite his attempts to stay in control. There was no escape, no way to tell how long it had been, just a continuous onslaught of feeling, and eventually he couldn’t hold it back anymore. The heat in his belly reached a peak, and he felt himself clench around Sojiro’s cock as he buried his face in the pillow again.

The pressure of fingertips on his clit eased, as Sojiro slowed his circles to a gentle stroking. “There you go,” he said, sounding slightly winded. “Told you I know what I’m doing.”

That just made his tears overflow again. Ren tried to calm himself down, but he barely felt Sojiro reaching his own climax over the fizzing, shaking feeling in his limbs. When Sojiro pulled out, he fell onto his side and curled into a ball, trembling. His chest felt so tight. He could barely breathe, and he just wanted Sojiro to leave so that he could put himself back together.

Was this his life now? He was meant to live here for a year; how often would Sojiro expect to collect ‘rent’? Every week? Every _day?_

The thought made him sob outright, and Sojiro looked over from where he was doing up his pants. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry!” Ren gasped. He had to be good. He had to behave, or he was going to be out on the streets.

“...why are you apologizing?” Sojiro looked confused more than anything, and Ren shook his head, panic reaching a crescendo in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t—” He was crying even harder, unable to stop. “I can’t do this, I can’t, please don’t…!”

The confusion on Sojiro’s face shifted gradually to uncertainty, and then worry. “You knew the agreement.”

“I _didn’t_ , I swear I didn’t!” Ren cried. He squeezed his eyes shut, curling tighter. He’d ruined everything. He couldn’t manage to keep himself under control even when the roof over his head was on the line. What was he going to do?

He flinched as something touched him, but after a split-second of fear, he realized it was a blanket draped softly over his bare body. Footsteps moved further away from him, and Ren peeked from beneath his bangs long enough to see Sojiro folding his clothes and setting them neatly on the couch before going downstairs. He listened, frozen, until he heard the bell over the front door chime, and only then did he finally relax.

It took a long time for him to muster the willpower to get up. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt so that he could go downstairs and clean up in the tiny bathroom seemed exhausting. But despite wanting nothing more than to curl up and sleep, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from racing in circles. Sojiro was taking him to Shujin to meet the staff tomorrow, and he had no idea how that was going to go, now.

How was he going to survive a year like this?


	2. Chapter 2

When Ren got home from school on Monday, he slipped through the cafe like a ghost, thankful that Sojiro was busy in the kitchen. After spending yesterday being driven to his school, treated like a liability by the principal, and stuck in a car with Sojiro for far longer than he should have been because of traffic, Ren wanted to avoid the man as much as possible. They hadn’t talked about what happened, and he really didn’t want to. It had already been a long day. The bizarre castle, the rumors, being late… Being treated like he was going to murder anyone that looked at him strangely… He just wanted to be alone.

At the top of the stairs, though, he froze. He’d spent what was left of yesterday trying to at least clean up the dust that coated everything. It had taken well into the evening, and the room had still been a mess afterwards. But now… The disorganized books were neatly filed away on the other side of the attic, leaving empty shelves beside his bed. The work desk and table had been cleared off and wiped down, and the couch had been vacuumed. But the strangest thing was that the old mattress and crates had been replaced with an actual, sturdy-looking bedframe, with a thicker mattress that had been made up with clean sheets.

Ren set his school bag on the table and sank to the floor, still staring at the bed. Like an uncomfortable echo, he could hear Sojiro’s voice, laughing about the possibility of buying a better bed to make ‘rent’ more comfortable. Against his will, his heartbeat picked up, fizzy numbness filling his limbs. He couldn’t get his hands to stop shaking.

Yesterday had been a reprieve, but… did this mean Sojiro would expect more sex tonight?

“Oh god…” Ren pulled his knees to his chest. He still didn’t know how often this was going to happen. What if there wasn’t going to be a pattern at all? What if it was just whenever Sojiro felt like it? He’d have to be on-guard all the time, always ready to brace himself for another round.

But what if…?

Ren fished out his phone and opened the navigation app that had appeared that morning, looking down at the input fields and worrying his lower lip between his teeth. That castle had barely felt real, but despite what Ryuji said, Ren knew it had really happened. And if the location saved in this app was real… Did he really want to know? Did he really want to think that Sojiro might be the same as Kamoshida?

...wouldn’t Sojiro actually be worse than Kamoshida? As far as he knew, Kamoshida hadn’t raped anyone. Yet.

…...was it rape if Ren had gone along with it?

“Sojiro Sakura,” he said softly, proud that his voice didn’t shake.

_[candidate not found!]_

The nav made a displeased beeping noise, and Ren felt his heart sink into his stomach. Sojiro...wasn’t a hit? How was that possible? How did someone who had done something like that not have a horrible castle like Kamoshida?

He swallowed his nerves and spent most of the afternoon doing his homework, listening to the faint sounds of the TV from down in the cafe. By the time he finished, it was starting to get dark, and he jolted when Sojiro’s voice called up the stairs, “Hey, Amamiya, come down here a minute.”

Ren nervously stumbled to his feet and padded down the stairs, stopping beside the last booth. He was suddenly hyper-aware that the attic had no door. He had no means of locking his room or keeping himself safe, even if he thought he could get away with it.

Sojiro was still behind the counter, but he had his jacket and hat on. “I’m locking up for the night,” he said brusquely. “There’s leftover curry in the green tupperware in the fridge. Put it in the microwave for about two minutes if you get hungry.”

Ren nodded, unable to bring himself to say anything. Sojiro was leaving?

“I got a call from your school,” Sojiro continued after a moment. “They said you were late on your first day.”

“I got lost,” Ren murmured, even though it probably wouldn’t do any good. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to the trains yet.” He certainly couldn’t tell Sojiro about the bizarre castle, or Arsène. He was almost afraid his persona would be disappointed by how meek he was acting, after the rage he’d shown in the dungeons, but Arsène’s voice was deep and soothing in the back of his mind, reminding him that it wasn’t shameful to don a mask in reality if it meant keeping himself safe.

Sojiro didn’t seem...angry, though. Just stern. “You’ve had a chance to see the route now, yeah? Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“I won’t.”

Ren watched, confused and unsettled as Sojiro accepted the answer and left for the night, locking the cafe door behind him. After a minute of waiting, wondering if he would come back, Ren went to investigate the fridge. He found the curry exactly where Sojiro said he would, and heated it up as instructed. It was delicious and filling, warm without being too spicy, and he practically devoured the whole container without pause. The past two nights, he’d had cup noodles, and had assumed he would be eating instant meals for most of his stay here. A real dinner was a relief.

It still took him a long time to fall asleep that night, but eventually he managed to doze off, pressed against the wall on the bed, as far from the stairs as possible.

_And then he blinked awake, confused by the sudden draft he could feel. As his eyes adjusted to the dark attic, he realized that Sojiro was leaning over him, and had folded the sheets back to leave him unprotected. He was working Ren’s oversized sleep shirt up his chest, his eyes raking over Ren’s breasts as his nipples perked up from the slight chill._

_“There you go,” Sojiro murmured, and Ren realized that the man thought he was still asleep, and quickly shut his eyes before Sojiro looked at his face. Unfortunately, that just meant the sensation of fingers on his skin was heightened, as Sojiro skimmed fingertips over his hips and tugged his pants and briefs down to his knees._

_His legs were guided up, and Ren could feel Sojiro shifting around on the bed, before hot breath washed over his exposed slit and he shivered involuntarily. A firm tongue licked into him, and his attempt to not react was immediately ruined as he whined and tried to twist away. But Sojiro held him down, and each flick of tongue against his clit, each lap against his entrance, just made him wetter. Shamefully, he rocked up into the persistent mouth, trying to imagine a real lover doing this to him. Showing him real pleasure, not just taking from him._

And then he woke up, his underwear sticky with arousal and his body tense with need, and he was absolutely mortified that he’d reacted to a dream about someone coming into his room to assault him. He changed clothes immediately, already trying to shove the dream out of his mind.

Days passed in a confusing tangle of feelings. He drifted through the halls at school, needled by whispers and rumors of how dangerous he was. He explored the strange castle with Ryuji, trying to figure out what was going on. And he avoided Sojiro as best he could, constantly tense and waiting for the next time he’d be shoved onto the bed and forced to pay for the roof over his head.

But it didn’t come, and evenings went by with homework and tupperwares of leftover curry and fitful, anxious sleep. And nightmares mixed with wet dreams that just left him confused and afraid.

And then, Morgana came home with him.

“You have to be quiet,” Ren reminded him, zipping his bag most of the way closed as they approached Leblanc.

“But I thought we were going to meet the owner,” Morgana said. “Don’t you have to ask him if I can stay?”

“He doesn’t want me to be a bother. Just be quiet, and we’ll be fine.” 

Ren opened the door and stepped inside, but before he could employ his usual strategy of breezing through the cafe to the stairs, Sojiro called out to him, and Ren froze, glancing over and trying to feel more ‘Joker’ than ‘scared rabbit’.

Sojiro stuck his head out of the kitchen. “There were more customers than usual today, so no leftover curry. Will you be okay with the stuff in the fridge?”

“...I can use the other ingredients?” Ren asked tentatively.

“Yeah. There’s some udon noodles in there, and extra vegetables, if you wanted to make stir-fry or something.” Sojiro wasn’t looking directly at him, but Ren nodded anyway.

“Okay.”

“Ren, I can’t breathe in there!” Morgana yowled, forcing his head out of the bag, and Ren went still as Sojiro’s gaze jumped to him.

“This is a restaurant, you know,” Sojiro said firmly.

Ren swallowed hard. “He… was abandoned.” Nausea flickered to life in his stomach, but he forced it back. He couldn’t leave Morgana out in the cold. He had to do something, even if the thought made him sick. “I… I can pay extra… Extra… rent…” He forced the words out, staring at the floor and focusing on the slight weight of Morgana’s paws on his shoulder to ground himself.

For a long moment, Sojiro didn’t say anything. Then, gruffly, “The cat can stay, as long as you take care of him.” He walked back into the kitchen, and Ren lifted his head, confused and nervous. Morgana could stay… Did that mean Sojiro had accepted his offer of ‘extra’? What kind of extra? God, he should have been more specific. What was he going to make him do?

He went upstairs, dragging his feet, and let Morgana out on his bed. Morgana looked around, his big blue eyes alarmed. “This is where you live? This is basically a storage room!”

“It’s fine,” Ren said. “It’s… good of Sojiro to give me somewhere to stay. Otherwise I’d be on the street.” He started unpacking his schoolwork as Morgana poked around the room, investigating dusty corners and examining bare shelves. “Listen, Morgana. I need you to do something for me.”

Morgana tilted his head. “Well… You’re letting me stay with you, so I do owe you a favor. What is it?”

“If Sojiro ever comes up here to talk to me, I need you to leave, okay?” Ren said, not looking at the cat. “We’ve got an agreement about the rent, and sometimes we’ll need to talk it over alone.” He didn’t want Morgana to see him like that, helpless to yet another adult in his life. He also didn’t want to risk Morgana trying to defend him, and Sojiro getting rid of him in retaliation. Morgana was… his friend. He had to protect him.

“Okay… But why?” Morgana asked. “You didn’t sound happy about paying extra rent....”

Ren forced a laugh. “I’d just rather not disclose all the details. It’s kind of a weird agreement, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Morgana jumped back onto his bed, and when Ren turned to look, he was making the cat equivalent of a frown. “If you say so…” But then he said firmly, “You should change for bed and get something to eat. You had a long day in the Palace, and a phantom thief must always be well-rested and prepared!”

“Sure, sure…” Ren went over to yank his pajamas out of the box. But it wasn’t until he’d pulled his shirt and binder over his head that he realized he’d made a mistake.

“Hey, wait!” Morgana said loudly. “You’re a girl?! But everyone at your school called you a boy.”

Ren bit his lip, trying to think of the easiest way to explain this to Morgana, who said he was human but had apparently never encountered anything like this before. “I am a boy,” he said simply. “You’re not a cat, right?”

“No, I’m… Oh!” Morgana blinked at him. “You’re not the right shape either? I didn’t know that could happen to humans. Maybe it’s something I forgot.”

“Only difference is, I was born like this, not changed into it,” Ren said. “But whatever I look like, I’m still a boy. Just like you’re still a human even though you look like a cat.”

“That makes sense.” Morgana swished his tail. “Sorry for calling you a girl.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.” Ren finished changing into his pajamas and sat down beside him on the bed. “My parents… They call me their daughter. And that’s what they told Sojiro I was. They made me do my own enrollment paperwork, though, so the school knows I’m a boy, and so do my friends.”

Morgana waited until he laid down, then curled up beside him, a warm presence against his side. “At least you can hide under clothes. But I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me!”

Ren rolled onto his side and carefully scritched behind Morgana’s ears. “Thanks, Morgana,” he murmured, bumping their foreheads together.

That night, for the first time since before he’d come to Tokyo, he slept without nightmares.

The next day, Ann joined their ragtag group of thieves. Ryuji was reluctant at first, but Ren was all for it. She deserved the chance to get back at the person who hurt her. If Ren couldn’t have that for himself, he would make sure to provide the opportunity for his friends, no matter what.

It didn’t stop him from getting nervous when he returned to Leblanc, though. He hadn’t forgotten his desperate offer to pay extra rent, wondering what Sojiro would come up with beyond what he’d already done. The battle in the castle had worn him out. He just wanted to do his homework and get to bed. But now…

Sojiro was waiting at the far end of the counter, reading a newspaper, when Ren walked in. Ren immediately went stiff; he wouldn’t be able to get to the attic without walking directly past him. But Sojiro just folded his paper and looked over with a raised eyebrow. “You’re back later than usual.”

“Sorry,” Ren murmured. “I was with a friend.”

“That’s good,” Sojiro said. “It’ll do you good to spend time with girls your own age. Just remember that I have to wait for you to get back before I lock up. No gallivanting around at all hours with girls _or_ boys, got it?”

Morgana hissed indignantly at the roundabout reference to Ren being a girl. Ren just looked at the floor, still tense, as Sojiro got up. But the man went to get his hat, going around the back of the counter on his way to the door. Ren didn’t move as the door chimed and the lock clicked into place, but he couldn’t stop the relief rushing through him as it became clear that he’d been granted another reprieve.

He’d gone with Ann and Ryuji to get ramen before coming home, so he cut the cafe lights off and hurried upstairs. He needed to at least start on his homework before he went to bed. So with Morgana sprawled on the work desk beside his books, he pulled out his math assignment and got to work.

Whatever Sojiro’s reason was for not touching him again yet, he wasn’t going to complain.


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